BLANK PAGES

There are blank pages in the
Book of my Life
that were actually written
with such a bare vulnerability
that only invisible ink
could etch
the kind used when children wanted to keep
secrets so secret
that even they would forget
at the risk of anyone else remembering

You may never see the Words
but before you’re tempted to flip past
the Blank Pages
Pause with a holiness
Feel the healing touch I placed there
that allows you to read
with an inner eye that never
cataracts over or goes blind

Feel what the Words
never say
but SHOUTS softly
what I need you to hear

Find me in the Place
that experiences me most

Yuppers.            .           .I’ve never met a scrap of paper, a discarded napkin, the back of an envelope that I’ve left behind or crumpled past without jogging down that one sentence, that fleeting thought, that not-so-secret-message I don’t so much want to share as have you experience, expecaily if we yet to me.         .         .maybe it’s a strange way of CONNECTING THE DOTS that are always trying to connect us together and make us more WHOLE and less a part.             .           .
Now.        .            .its your turn.           .           .
What’s the message
we need to receive
more than you have
to share
on the
BLANK PAGES
we all need to pause
at the holinesses
they present
(Never be afraid of the BLANK PAGE so much as leaving it that way.    .    .)